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Monday, March 10, 2008


the “perfect storm” is supposed to be hitting the uk today. when i woke up i could see it had rained. when i got out into the early morning air i could feel a nip in the wind.
a brisk longish walk in the bracing breeze and a light drizzle, nature’s own wake up call.
a great way to start the day.

Sunday, March 09, 2008


just eaten a box of jaffa cakes.
tasted nice at the time.
feel sick now.
my own fault.
but feel pity for me.

Saturday, March 08, 2008


i have the utmost respect for people who deal with the general public. doesn’t matter if they work in shops, work in call centres; work in public services i admire them they do something i couldn’t do.
because when it comes right down to it the general public are not very nice at all.

there i was on the bus the other day when i notice a sign that proclaims, “our staff will not be spat at”.
which seems fair enough. even if some of the bus drivers i have been subjected to deserve to be burnt at the stake, oh ok that is a bit harsh, perhaps put in the stocks…

the sign goes on to say that all of their staff carry a dna kit around with them in order to make sure that the perpetrators can be caught and prosecuted.

i shook my head and wondered what the world was coming to.

Monday, March 03, 2008


i have a confession to make: i watch “two pints of lager and a packet of crisps”. if i have to justify my viewing of this bbc3 series it is because i think kathryn drysdale is scrummy and you can see the room i stay in when i am runcorn (where i watch the programme – it is sort of metatextual post-modern reasoning here).
the other reason is that it is crude and it makes me laugh.

as i was watching the latest episode (to be repeated several times this week on bbc3) gaz and janet were about to have a naughty fumble – both feeling guilty because she is the widow of gaz’s best friend and she is the best friend of gaz’s wife – when janet decides they can’t because her dead husband can probably see them.
gaz says that is not the case, to which she says:
“no he is everywhere like god, or polish people.”

i snorted my mouthful of pepsi.